The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 31: The werejaguar

Dean and I led the way into the weathered temple, followed by Stiles and Derek, with Malia and Isaac bringing up the rear. They didn't even need to be told the order, they just knew that human Derek was the most vulnerable and needed to be protected the most. Similar to a real wolf  pack- letting the weak walk in front while the strongest brought up the rear. Usually the alpha would be last... but seeing as the human is the alpha's mate in this instance, that wasn't the case.

"This place is seriously creepy," Dean mumbled beside me. I grunted in agreement. This place didn't feel... good. This wasn't a temple for worshipping the lord- but for worshipping something dark and perilous.

"This place is... unpleasant. It's not a temple of god," I stated solemnly.

"What are you giggling about?" Stiles whispered behind us- addressing the short laugh Derek had just let out.

"I was thinking about you when you were still human. You and your damn baseball bat," He said with amusement. Stiles snorted.

"That thing saved me- and you- on more then one occasion! Don't hate the baseball bat," Stiles said defensively.

"I can't believe that I can't deny that," Derek mumbled in disbelief.

"Defenceless human- one, sourwolf- zero," Stiles said in a triumphant whisper.

"You were never defenceless, Stilinski," Derek said seriously. I hadn't known Stiles when he was human, but I couldn't picture him being defenceless. He was too determined and intelligent for that.

"Will you two zip it?" Dean demanded in an angry whisper from beside me. He still had his gun raised as we walked through the maze of hallways. I lost focus for a moment, spotting Dean's serious face. His eyes had hardened, and they were darting everywhere a threat could be laying in wait. His jaw was set, and I knew that he was clenching his teeth as he concentrated on his senses, relying on them to let him know if something was coming. His whole body was alert, undeniably ready for whatever might come. I thought not for the first time what a perfect arch angel he would make. He is the embodiment of a fierce warrior- a hunter to his core.

Suddenly I felt- odd. Something felt off, wrong. I stiffened and Dean noticed the action. The smell hit us moments later... it smelled like death and decay- which was never a good sign. Dean and I glanced at each other worriedly as he covered his nose.

"God, What is that?" Dean asked in disgust, his nose crinkled adorably.

"Berserkers," Derek whispered, and the colour drained from Dean's face. He cocked his gun, his body immediately on high alert again.

I had never experienced berserkers myself... but after all of the research Sam had done, I was not looking forward to the encounter. I noticed at all of the pack members' eyes were glowing their array of inhuman colours. Isaacs were a beautiful gold, Malia's an icy blue, and Stiles' their new crimson alpha orange. They were sniffing the air experimentally, and I was surprised Dean didn't make any dog jokes.

"That way," Malia whispered, pointing down a dark corridor. Isaac and Stiles nodded their agreement.

I focused in the direction she pointed and found two large heat signatures. There was a third one much smaller and farther away, deep under ground.

"There are two of them," I said with certainty. I saw Dean's nod.

"How do you know?" Derek asked curiously.

"I can see them," I answered simply. "There's a third heat signature farther down, which must be the werejaguar."

"Maybe Kate is in the room where she was keeping you?" Isaac wondered out loud, looking at Derek.